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Twisted thoughts madden my soul while on my own
Sporadic in its approach spun in my head bursting with
Emotions, raging fire strikes at my heart in wreckage
I cannot escape being felt yet I wish, to which magnitude
Of earthly possessions enough to seek them for I plea
The myopic vanity splits me aside from a heroic being
Ascent to the top I wish to stamp on the weaker ones
Antagonistic as I am as invincibility Marlowe’s Faustus
Relished, abruptly a thought that crossed my cognizance
How come I be probable to oversee the demise of our
Life a pivotal verity? Far along will lay the cupidity low
Neighboring us, and cart off from the materialism
Squeezed Human beings like an Octopus to an infinite
Journey for a finite sanitized time, having the faux wall
Of inequity broken down will scale us as one, for well
Or for shoddier like it’d reach us in point that we should
Conquer self-seeking; succumb to the life across the death